“Him and Miss Miller went to the dance at Silverton,” smiled Mrs. Wesson. “Harp had a sweet time squarin’ himself with her, but he made Brick out to be the biggest liar in the State—and she believed him. By jinks, I think she likes him. Human nature is one queer thing. I’ll betcha Leach will be sore as a boil. He sure did want to go with her.”
Whizzer laid aside his spoon and sighed deeply.
“Had enough, buddy?” asked Brick.
“Uh-huh. I can’t hold no more.”
“Now I’ll give him a good hot bath and put him into a nice bed,” said Mrs. Wesson. “Mebbe we better have the doctor over to fix up them bruises, Brick. He’s sure been skinned awful bad.”
“Don’t hurt.” Whizzer shook his head.
“That’s fine, buddy,” nodded Brick. “Now if yuh could only tell us what that masked man looked like.”
Whizzer shook his head.
“Dunno. He had a cloth on his face.”
“But his clothes, Whizzer. Wasn’t there somethin’ yuh could remember? Somethin’ about how he looked?”